This is what we call the Mainland.

I’ve been away, I’ve been gone this week, I haven’t thought for one second to make sure we’re settled because my mind was on the aural intensity, the white lines, the heat reflected and the best shoes for being underwater (up and out, for cryptic island-hopping.  Don’t come round, it’s my turn!). It comes as no surprise, so don’t be surprised by it. What would you have to say to me? I do hope all is square. I do hope all is round. Please let me be terrible, please let me be neurotic. I’m a Pisces, what am I supposed to do? I’m certainly not going to own up to anything!

It isn’t because it seemed exclusive; it is because it had me written all over it. You cheats, you sneaks. This is why I fall short of face-to-face words.

Two turnpikes in one summer still isn’t enough for me. Bye-Bye-Bye.